proper british tea & eh

yeah, yeah, i know. i have failed you. but i have excuses.

i'm now in the UK. it's cold. i went from the sevilla heatwave to london freeze and it's made me a bit ill. but of course, with my travelling wisdom, i figured i could knock it out with a fair amount of whiskey and beer cuz, you know, that's how they do it here.

turns out i'm wrong about all that and thus i'm still on the mend. i owe some stories from my past adventures (marrakech, sevilla, cadiz, granada, and here) but those will have to wait til i fix my lungs and gather my thoughts and have some more fish n chips, eh? probably not going to give you any of those goodies til i'm back on u.s. soil. or maybe i will hold out entirely and have you schedule a time slot with me to chat about anecdotes and drama from the road so i can keep myself too busy to actually look for any legitimate occupation. to me, this sounds like a divine plan. to you as well? great.

today i will escape the couch to eat some soup and then tonight probably going to a play. tomorrow off to madrid (where i hear the weather has cooled significantly from my experience in august but will still be a warm welcome--pun intended--after londontown). next tuesday i will be touching down in socal and am dreading the culture shock and realization that my seemingly endless adventure has come to a harsh end.

see ya soon, americanos.

brief transmission from the lost soul of california

hola.

backpacker slacker here. my frequency has continued to dwindle, for which i have much regret, but the road keeps me muy ocupada. i now have a stack of days for which i owe you reflections: marrakech, sevilla, and cadiz. i am working on this in my mind and will report back when the time presents itself to me. in the interim, please know i am alive, well(ish), tired (as always is the traveller), each day finding new things both to love and scoff, and dreading the return to u.s. soil (no offense).

keep doing interesting things, tales of which i shall look forward to. (embellishment is never frowned upon.)

besos.